Carrie Sanderson

chair, looking at your nakedness. Watching your body tremble as you fidget with the fox tail plug I bought you. Yes, Daddy can be a bit sadistic at times, I know. You’ve had it for weeks, been allowed to marvel at its size and wonder how it would ever fit in your bottom. Sometimes when I’ve joked about it splitting you open, I see real concern on your lips and little flashes of fear in your eyes. You must have often caressed its swell with your fingers and wondered how something so cold, unyieldingly hard, and immense could fit in your tight ring of muscles back there. I hold my hand out, you take a few uncertain steps in the high, high heels you are wearing, place the plug into my hand, and attempt to crawl into my lap